I don’t believe that most Mets fans believe they are cursed. I don’t believe that most Mets fans believe they have a pox on their houses, that somewhere in the mystical universe there are goblins and gremlins forever plotting to make the act of watching a baseball season — an unfiltered pleasure for many — so difficult for them.
I do believe Mets fans consider themselves grossly unlucky, and that part of the DNA of following the Mets is to be constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.